Dr. Shaw smiles. “I’ll see you in there. You’re in great hands.”
“I know,” she says.
Frederick shakes Dr. Shaw’s hand. “Thank you for everything. Finky speaks very highly of you.”
“He taught me a lot of what I know. Excuse me.” He makes a move toward the door and stops when he reaches me. “Could I speak to you in the hall?”
“Of course.”
The room has descended into caffeinated chaos, and no one notices Dr. Shaw’s request or my exit.
“We’re going to try our best to get all of the tumor. We’ve categorized Bella’s cancer at a stage three, but we really won’t know definitely until we take tissue samples of the surrounding organs. And I know you raised a concern about an omentectomy. We’re just not sure how far it has spread yet.”
“I understand,” I say. I feel a deep, wet cold creep from the hospital floor, up my legs, and settle in my stomach.
“It’s possible we may need to remove a portion of Bella’s colon as well.” Dr. Shaw looks to Bella’s door and back at me. “You are aware that you are listed as Bella’s next of kin?”
“I am?”
“You are,” he says. “I know her parents are here, but I wanted you to be made aware, too.”
“Thank you.”
Dr. Shaw nods. He turns to leave.
“How bad is it?” I ask him. “I know you can’t tell me that. But if you could—how bad is it?”
He looks at me. He looks like he really would like to answer. “We’re going to do everything we can,” he says. And then he’s striding toward the operating room doors.
They wheel Bella into surgery with little fanfare. She is stoic. She kisses Jill and Frederick and Aaron, who Jill has clearly taken to. A little too much. She keeps finding excuses to grab his forearm. Once, Bella looks at me and rolls her eyes. It feels like a candle in the darkness.
“You’re going to be great,” I tell her. I bend over her. I kiss her forehead. She reaches up and grabs my hand. And then let’s go just as abruptly.
When she’s gone, we’re moved into the big waiting room, the one filled with people. They have sandwiches and board games. Some chat on cell phones. A few have blankets. There is laughing. Yet, every time the double doors open, the entire room stops and looks up in anticipation.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get you a coffee,” Aaron says. We choose seats by the window. Jill and Frederick pace a few feet over on their phones.
“It’s fine,” I say. “I’ll go down to the cafeteria or something.”
“Yeah. It’s going to be awhile.”
“Had you met her parents before?” I ask Aaron. Bella never mentioned it, but now I’m not so sure.
“Just this morning,” he says. “Jill came and picked us up. They’re kind of a trip.”
I snort.
“That bad, huh?” he asks me.
“You have no idea.”
Jill saunters over. I realize she’s wearing heels.
“I’m putting in an order to Scarpetta,” she says. “I think we could all use some comfort food. What can I get you two?”
It’s barely 9 a.m.
“I’ll probably just go down to the cafeteria,” I say. “But thank you.”
